When you're far away...

Yesterday was my dad's birthday. He is old. Old in the sense that he was a small child when Hitler invaded Poland. He also lives in England. Far far away.

I am his youngest. By many years. I am also the only child he and my mother share. His other children have little to do with me. But that is OK.
Coming from a different time and a different place, my dad would have told you quietly that little girls are to be seen and not heard... I was NEVER one of these girls.
We had tense times. He would embarrass me and I would secretly want to crawl under a rock and die at times. He would get so angry with me over getting into trouble at school or not practicing my music.
But I remember this one time I got really sick. He went to the shops and bought me girlie toys to play with in bed and a tiny black and white TV that my mother refused to let me watch. not good for the eyes apparently.
They seperated just after my 16th birthday and I still remember putting him on the plan back to England. He'd tried to pack so much into his suitcase. I was so sad.
I didn't see him again for 4 years. He'd flown over to visit my sister and I had no idea he was even here till she called. He suddenly aged right in front of my eyes. Less hair and more white in his beard.
He booked me a ticket over and I was able to go and visit and then soon after I was able to go and live in England. It was the first chance we had to become father and daughter. I was able to establish my strong independent self and he was able to accept that his little girl was now a young woman who had grown up without him. We even got to spend Christmas together!
So, I call my dad for his 79th birthday... The usual conversation. "Did you get my email?" "How's uni going?" "Lovely of you to call!"
It would be fair for you to assume that my dear old dad has no idea how to talk to his youngest daughter despite the wonderful progress we made while I was over there. I get off the phone and the tears flow down my face.
Modern day telecommunications technology can make someone sound as if they are "Just in the next room!" as my Aunty exclaims when ever I call her in Wales... The one thing it can not do is close the physical space between a parent and child. Between two lovers. Between siblings.
When you're far away I feel a space inside that can not be filled. I forget about it sometimes and for a time it feels as if it's not there. Then I remember... I miss you.
x Red

Do you know how much I love you?

Seriously people... How wonderful is Friday? Even if Friday is not your "Friday" cause you work Saturday and Sunday. When you finally get to that last day of the working week... Insert girlie scream of excitement here!

Each interaction you have with someone is finished with "Have a good weekend" and you walk away with a smile because you know... Friday is in the air!

In some countries, Friday is the first or last day of the weekend. This just does not seem right to me. Like... Peanut butter and celery... I just don't get it! Don't get me wrong, my other half loves it, peanut butter and celery that is, but it's supposed "deliciousness" has yet to reveal itself to me... But now I've gotten off track.... Friday! 

In high school I don't believe I fully appreciated Friday... But now? Now as I work away and I sigh, another day another dollar, I have come to love this day...

Songs like Friday I'm In Love - The Cure, and Friday on My Mind - The Easybeats, often play their tune in my head on this most awesome of days! I sing them... With gusto and glee! Loudly and often to the amusement of those around me... And yes, I sometimes have a small dance! Just a little one. Often whilst I sit in my office chair (you got to love a swivel chair) and sometimes as I stand at the photocopier or as a travel around during my lunch hour.

Never mind the fact that when the mood takes, which is almost once a day, I like to bust a move... Friday makes me want to sing and dance like I was a cast member of Grease or Glee!!
In shirt... The love I have for Friday can be mistaken for an excessive amount of sugar or caffine, but it's not... I swear!
So people...  Run to the street or the top of your building next time Friday comes your way and share the love!
RED

Life really is like a box of chocolates you know...

Let the blog begin!

As the title suggests, I will have a mixed bag of blogs. Rambles. Brain farts. The occasional complaint. Sudden urges to tell anybody who'll listen what's on my mind!  

This is a first for me so I welcome feedback but please be constructive. My spelling is not fantastic and niether is my gramar so I apologise in advance! I promise to work on it.

Whether you're into the caramel creams, the hazelnut praline or just a good ol' jelly bean there'll be somehting here for everyone... I hope!

Cheers

Red